My friend Eileen just lost her spouse.

When I asked how she was doing, she said something that hit home for me.

“All days are bad. Some are just not as bad as the others.”

That’s early grief in one sentence. You don’t dare hope for a good day. A good day isn’t even on the radar. You just quietly hope the next one is a little less crushing than the one you’re in right now.

If that’s where you are, I see you.

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